Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Selecter to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.